And drank them muddy, mix’d with baser things.
Here to interpret dreams we read the rules,
Science our own! and never taught in schools;
In moles and specks we Fortune’s gifts discern,
And Fate’s fix’d will from Nature’s wanderings learn.
Of Hermit Quarll we read, in island rare,
Far from mankind and seeming far from care;
Safe from all want, and sound in every limb;
Yes! there was he, and there was care with him.
Unbound and heap’d, these valued tomes beside,